Can You Guess Where We Are Today?
Another Clue
The Prof is liking Sydney
As you can tell both Roger Moore eyebrows are raised!
Sydney
25 hours later I'm in Sydney!
Well to be perfectly frank I am in bed with my husband with my first large gin and tonic
Hey ho.....around the globe....completely .......how fantastic
Singapore
My Chicken noodles was nice.............just got off a flight from hell.......baby next to me screamed solidly for a few hours and I'd just managed to zone out to " A Very Long Engagement" with Audrey Tautou when one of the stewards curled a finger at me and took me to business class for the rest of the flight
I could have kissed him......
Presently in Changi Airport waiting for my flight to Sydney...........
Hey ho
I could have kissed him......
Presently in Changi Airport waiting for my flight to Sydney...........
Hey ho
Post 2 Munich
I am waiting to get on the plane again...........we are in Munich
Managed to watch the awful SAN ANDREAS
Which drowned out the numerous babies in the main cabin......I sat next to the overly friendly and very camp Bertl who has just had a pneumatic week visiting his boyfriend in Manchester. His boyfriend is 24 and he is not a day younger than 50 ( though he insisted to me that he is just 40). Thank God he got off in Germany....I don't think I could have stomached the lurid details.
Apparently Bertl means Nobel in German......or so he told me.........
Hey ho
( btw ..and this is so true...I have just googled " old camp German" to find a suitable photo to illustrate this post.....and all I came up with is an old picture of Auschwitz)
Managed to watch the awful SAN ANDREAS
Which drowned out the numerous babies in the main cabin......I sat next to the overly friendly and very camp Bertl who has just had a pneumatic week visiting his boyfriend in Manchester. His boyfriend is 24 and he is not a day younger than 50 ( though he insisted to me that he is just 40). Thank God he got off in Germany....I don't think I could have stomached the lurid details.
Apparently Bertl means Nobel in German......or so he told me.........
Hey ho
( btw ..and this is so true...I have just googled " old camp German" to find a suitable photo to illustrate this post.....and all I came up with is an old picture of Auschwitz)
Ada Quonsett .
Well, I am sat at the airport feeling a little like Helen Hayes
( older bloggers will know what I mean)
I'm trying to look all superior but it's hard to concentrate as there is a group of girls on a hen week to Greece downing slammers in the bar just nearby....... And it's only just past 7 am
How positively awful.
Anyhow the flight to Sydney is on time ..I fly via Germany and Singapore and I have a selection of films to critique on the way, so I shall be fine.........
Speak soon x
I will drop comments below when I get to Munich and Singapore
Hey ho
Rebecca Ferguson
Some people just shine on film
Relative newcomer Rebecca Ferguson is one of those people
I think she will be a big star
Mark my words.
I saw Mission Impossible- Rogue Nation this afternoon
She blasted the rest of the cast off the big screen
Mrs Jones and Mrs Hughes
I know it seems as though Trelawnyd is populated by a whole army of nicknamed given characters from a Gerald Durrell novel but it was never always thus. A decade ago, before I ever knew of the existance of village Elder Islwyn, Big Mary & Gay Gordon, Gentleman farmer Ralph, Auntie Gladys, The Affable Despots, The Red Faced Welsh Farmer ( RFWF) and now the world famous Mrs Trellis, I knew no one.
This morning at 6 am, I was walking back home in The Prof's soggy slippers with the dogs when I realised the date.
It's the second of September today.
We got the keys to the cottage exactly a decade ago.
It was, as I recall a weekday afternoon. Chris as usual was at work and I had driven up from our other cottage in Meliden to the village. It was cold but sunny.
The cottage was a shell then. It had cold laminate floors in the living room and bare badly painted walls and typical of an ancient property with 18 inch walls it felt cold and slightly damp without being aired.
I busied myself with list making and cleaning.
We only had two dogs then. A spoilt lovable Welsh terrier called Finlay and a bad tempered Scottie bitch called Maddie. Both dogs sat on the bedroom window seat in the sun, looking out over the field, I was to rent a few years later.
I wondered if we had done the right thing.
We knew no one in the village, I was still getting used to the fact I was a junior nurse again in a small district general hospital and I suddenly missed not running my own Ward with a group of people I knew and respected. Sheffield was a city filed with friendly faces and friends.
It all seemed rather daunting.
I was washing paintwork down in the bedroom, preparing it for painting when I heard the front gate open. Both dogs were looking down at something through the window and I heard the faint chatter of voices. sing song voices in Welsh.
Now it was neigh on 25 years since I learnt Welsh at school, and rapid conversational Welsh spoken quickly and punctuated with many expressions of surprise such as " duw duw duw" ( pronounced Dew, Dew, Dew) left me completely in the dark, and so I crept downstairs so see who it was.
Peeping through the living room window, were two elderly ladies .
One was dressed neatly a tweed skirt and hat, the other more scruffily in a old green cardigan. Both were straining their eyes next to the glass in order to get a good look of the living room.
I heard the scruffier one say the English words " Doctor and nurse " to which the other lady gave a big " ooooooh "
Our arrival had obviously been discussed already by village gossips!
I let them amble off back up the lane and hurried through the kitchen to catch them both as they were passing the back wall.
The lady in the cardigan had taken the other's arm . I noticed that she had massively swollen legs and no ankles to speak of.
" Hello!" I called out and both women jumped like deer.
" Hello" both replied together
I decided then and there to be socialble
And I held my hand out to shake their hands
The first two people I met from Trelawnyd .....alas they are no longer with us
This morning at 6 am, I was walking back home in The Prof's soggy slippers with the dogs when I realised the date.
It's the second of September today.
We got the keys to the cottage exactly a decade ago.
It was, as I recall a weekday afternoon. Chris as usual was at work and I had driven up from our other cottage in Meliden to the village. It was cold but sunny.
The cottage was a shell then. It had cold laminate floors in the living room and bare badly painted walls and typical of an ancient property with 18 inch walls it felt cold and slightly damp without being aired.
I busied myself with list making and cleaning.
We only had two dogs then. A spoilt lovable Welsh terrier called Finlay and a bad tempered Scottie bitch called Maddie. Both dogs sat on the bedroom window seat in the sun, looking out over the field, I was to rent a few years later.
I wondered if we had done the right thing.
We knew no one in the village, I was still getting used to the fact I was a junior nurse again in a small district general hospital and I suddenly missed not running my own Ward with a group of people I knew and respected. Sheffield was a city filed with friendly faces and friends.
It all seemed rather daunting.
I was washing paintwork down in the bedroom, preparing it for painting when I heard the front gate open. Both dogs were looking down at something through the window and I heard the faint chatter of voices. sing song voices in Welsh.
Now it was neigh on 25 years since I learnt Welsh at school, and rapid conversational Welsh spoken quickly and punctuated with many expressions of surprise such as " duw duw duw" ( pronounced Dew, Dew, Dew) left me completely in the dark, and so I crept downstairs so see who it was.
Peeping through the living room window, were two elderly ladies .
One was dressed neatly a tweed skirt and hat, the other more scruffily in a old green cardigan. Both were straining their eyes next to the glass in order to get a good look of the living room.
I heard the scruffier one say the English words " Doctor and nurse " to which the other lady gave a big " ooooooh "
Our arrival had obviously been discussed already by village gossips!
I let them amble off back up the lane and hurried through the kitchen to catch them both as they were passing the back wall.
The lady in the cardigan had taken the other's arm . I noticed that she had massively swollen legs and no ankles to speak of.
" Hello!" I called out and both women jumped like deer.
" Hello" both replied together
I decided then and there to be socialble
And I held my hand out to shake their hands
The first two people I met from Trelawnyd .....alas they are no longer with us
Mrs Banks- Hughes and Mrs Jones
Funny what you remember eh?
Fanny Flannel At The Ready!
George smells of dog.
And
Winnie smells of fanny.
Tomorrow both will be living in other people's houses
And so it was time for both to have a good bath.
Now getting George in the bath is easy.
Ok he looks as though you have sexually molested him
( after the initial wrestling match getting him out from his hiding place from under the spare bed)
But logistically, getting him in and out of the tub is pretty easy.
Winnie on the other hand is a nightmare.
I don't know about you, but getting her 25 kilos into the bath of hot water
Is a bit like squeezing Rosie O'Donnell through a cat flap
It's a tough job!
But I was up for the challenge , and after much swearing, screaming and a whole container of
Original source coconut and shea butter shower gel
( I used all the dog shampoo on George)
Her fanny was gleaming like a stainless steel kettle.
Mind you.....the other problem with bathing Winnie is that once into the water,
She is very loath to leave it...
Have you ever straight lifted a soaked bulldog out of a bath that didn't want to go?
It's fucking hard work!
It's fucking hard work!
I am now typing this resting my back on the couch
These animals will be the death of me
Winnie and her fanny flannel
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